50 Lashes

Rake me over a line of coals, throw me into the sea
Barely able to thinkin’ of, when it’s over me

I see an army in the darkness

I can’t take more than fifty lashes
Could you please just open the door

When it’s too late to sell my gold, too late to be in control
Barely able to pull my torn blanket over me

Traded food for my destiny, then sold the food for my soul
Sign confession, then drink it down, prophecy fulfilled